Fishnet Predator. (erotic)

She sits on that stool,
Fishnet legs crossed,
The line seeming to go on forever,
Enticing me.
Those 3 inch heels,
Dangle like a hook,
On some sexy pole,
Skirt barely covers,
Hips wrapped in black,
Leather tighted sewn,
To skin.
Her lips press,
Against that lucky glass,
Liquid wetting lips,
She watches the room,
Looking for the prey,
Some unexpecting treasure,
Like me.
She slides off that stool,
In one smooth motion,
Lingers to fix,
That leather.
The silk of her blouse,
Unbuttoned quite low,
Revealing just enough,
Of heaven.
She walks in a way,
That makes you stare,
A hypnotizing movement,
Of sex.
She come up close,
Staring in your eyes,
Her lips moist and red,
She smiles.
She has you without words,
As she turns for the door,
I follow like a dog,
To master.
Outside the air is hot,
The alley even hotter,
She lets herself attack,
My body.
She pulles and claws,
Pushes me against the wall,
Ravenous and frantic,
For me.
She lunges with those lips,
Hands pulling at my hips,
Fishnets bent at knee,
She has me.
In moments that feel like hours,
She plays me as her own,
Thrusting round my hips,
And as I feel the spasm,
I feel her holding tight,
That seductress stands up,
Still has me.
I stare into her eyes,
As her lips start to curl,
Her power so complete,
As she leaves me.

Fishnet Predator. (erotic)

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